Serenity and Sacrifice (Poem)

The path to tranquillity

Is unfair in both quality and quantity.

For some it is longer,

For others, shorter.

For a few it is difficult,

For many, a walk in the park.

It is sufficient for many

To just lie down and breathe.

Many are resilient to the triggers

Of the more sensitive and tense.

When you are of the many,

Life's more pleasant.

But when you are of the few,

Some sacrifices are to be made,

If you desire your stress to ease.

As you become more and more sensitive,

The path becomes both long and difficult.

Climb the tower of blocks,

And you'll exhaust yourself.

Sacrifice some of the blocks,

And the climb will be shorter.

That's what I did,

And yet it isn't enough.

So I started sacrificing some family as well,

Even if it means more and more isolation,

And the loss of more opportunity and colourfulness.

I think I have suffered enough.

Now begins the stage of endurance within sacrifice,

Within complete physical isolation.

Humans are stressing beings

And so do I, it appears.

My chosen destiny has been decided.

It is time to write and be alone.

I have dreamed of this fantasy,

Only to realize that full offline isolation,

Is the final step to my beloved serenity.

No love, no friendship,

And now, less family.

Serenity exists beyond the loops of interaction.

Break the loop

And it'd be your chance

To be a bigshot, a master,

At de-stressing.